Little Lies(65)

River closes his eyes, exhales slowly, and tips his chin up. When he looks back at her, his expression turns dark and grim. “Yeah, he’s still here, unfortunately.”

Lavender’s eyes go wide, and she twists around, her gaze landing on me. I watch a dozen different emotions pass through her vibrant blue eyes, all of them making me want to slam my head into a brick wall. “Kodiak.”

My name is more a breath than a word, but I feel it like a hit of cocaine.

“She’s seventeen, fuckhead. Don’t get any ideas in your dick.” River elbows me in the side and puts a protective arm around her, turning her away from me. “Come on, Lavender. Let’s get you some carbs and your bed.”

“He was there the entire time.” She glances over her shoulder, stumbling along beside him as he rushes to get her upstairs. She’s too uncoordinated to move at the speed he’d like, so he picks her up and carries her through the kitchen. She doesn’t fight, but her body is rigid, and her gaze stays locked on mine until she disappears up the stairs.

Maverick runs his hands through his hair. “Shit, this is bad.”

“We’ll go up and stay with her,” Lacey and Lovey say in unison.

“River isn’t going to leave her side now.” Maverick’s gaze darts to me and back to them.

Lovey props her fist on her hip. “But she’s going to need help getting out of her cosplay outfit.”

“She can’t sleep in it,” Lacey agrees. She grabs her twin’s hand, and they rush after River and Lavender.

“That’s your baby sister, huh, Mav?” Dawson smirks. “So, like, when she’s not jailbait, can I take her on a date?”

Maverick’s grim expression shifts into a wide smile, but it’s not friendly in the least. He clamps a hand on Dawson’s shoulder. “You so much as look at my sister, and I’ll hold your arms while my brother replaces your tongue with your dick. And believe me, he’s crazy enough to do it.”

Dawson’s eyes go wide, and he raises his hands in submission. “Whoa, dude, I’m kidding.”

Maverick throws his head back and laughs, and Dawson joins in. His is nervous though. “Me too,” Mav says, grinning and shaking his head no. His smile drops. “Lavender is off limits.” His hard gaze shifts my way. “To everyone.”

Maverick and I don’t talk about Lavender, ever. It’s understood that she is not a topic for discussion.

After my family moved to Philly, it was easier to pretend she didn’t exist and I hadn’t fucked her up by being me. In the five years between moving and now, I’ve avoided every single family function in which I might’ve ended up in the same space as Lavender.

Until today.

Because there’s no way I’ll get out of seeing her over the holidays, so I figure I might as well rip the bandage off and get it over with. Except I’m starting to think that wasn’t the best plan. Not after years of nothing.

This must be what an addict feels like when faced with a syringe of heroin and no one to stop him from jamming the needle into his arm.

River doesn’t come back downstairs, and neither do the girls. The party goes on until after five in the morning. Maverick disappeared two hours ago with his current girlfriend. BJ is crashed out on the couch with some girl curled up in his lap like a cat. I should call an Uber and go home.

I head down the hall, toward the front door, with my phone in my hand. I hit the button, but the screen stays blank. Shit. My phone is dead. I’m keyed up and exhausted at the same time. My gut twists as I glance toward the stairs. I should look for a charger. Instead, I find myself climbing the stairs to the second floor.

My mouth goes dry, and my hands grow clammy. This is a really bad idea. I’ve spent years reminding myself of all the damage I did to Lavender when she was too young to comprehend how dangerous I was for her. Five years avoiding. Five years exorcising her from my system. Yet here I am, looking to be possessed all over again, with no real understanding of why.

Well, that’s untrue. I know exactly why.

Next year she’s supposed to stay here and go to a local college, but the year after that, there’s a chance she’s going to end up going to school with us in Chicago. Robbie goes to school there, and now so does Mav. River’s been talking about the kinesiology program, and the university has a kickass football team too.

I need to learn how to deal with Lavender again, eventually. I can’t avoid her forever.

This is how I rationalize my actions. I pass closed door after closed door and stop at the one with the sign fixed to it. It reads TEEN GIRLS INSIDE: ENTER AT THE RISK OF YOUR _____. Followed by a picture of a squirrel holding a set of nuts.

I glance down the hall; no light comes from under any of the doors, including the one I’m standing in front of. I listen for voices, but all I hear is the sound of my own breathing and the pounding of blood in my ears.

I curl my fingers around the doorknob. Feel the heady rush of adrenaline as I turn it, ever so slowly. It’s so quiet, I can hear the mechanisms clicking inside, like a bomb preparing to detonate. When it doesn’t turn any farther, I push, holding my breath as the hinges creak.

There’s no way for me to justify my actions to Maverick, or worse, River, if either one of them found me in here. I wouldn’t have a best friend anymore, and after years of separation, it’s nice to finally have him back, good to finally be playing for the same hockey team.